Reborn in my brother's body

Thousands of miles of clear sky.

The hissing and shouting of the fans boiled the green and red soil, and also ignited the raging flames on the field. However, in the R team's rest area, there was a figure curled up on the bench, exuding a coldness that was completely opposite to the surrounding fiery atmosphere. breath.

He arched his back, put his hands on his knees, and buried his head very low.

He didn't notice his abnormality. To be precise, he didn't have time to notice anything at all, because at this moment he was only thinking about one thing - this would be his last match.

He was expelled from the team, and when he received a call from agent Xiaosong, he had just finished extra morning training and was still sweating.

In the past two years, he worked hard day and night to earn his bench position, but now, he is about to lose his qualification to sit on the bench.

Such a sudden termination of the contract made Toru, who had always been submissive, couldn't help but want to ask for an explanation.

However, in the face of Toru's question, the team manager just leaned lazily on the seat, spread his hands, and replied: "Tamiya, professional baseball is so cruel. If someone comes in, someone will naturally have to leave."

When someone comes in, someone has to leave.

He was the one who left, so who was the one who came in?Cher had just stepped out of the team manager's office when he had the answer.

The man named Masahiko Takayama was sitting on the sofa outside the office, playing with the bonsai on the side. When he saw Toru coming out, he deliberately raised one eyebrow provocatively, showing a sinister smile.

Yingshan is qualified to laugh, the man who robbed Che a week ago, took Che's position in the team a week later, he only twitched on his face, and he was probably overwhelmed with joy in his heart.

But all Che could do was to clenched his fists and silently turned to the locker room.

Fighting has never been his habit.

In the past two years of playing for the R team, he has been fighting against his temperament and constantly fighting, but in the end he fought for such an ending.

The deafening sound of cheering on the field became an indistinct murmur in Che's ears.

The mixed emotions covered his eyes, ears, mouth and nose like a swamp, making him unable to see, hear, or breathe.

And among those emotions, there is anger, unwillingness, and confusion, but there is no regret.

He doesn't regret it, all of this is his choice, facing today's various situations, what makes his heart twitch the most is that he feels sorry for Jin.

Director Ogiwara said in a low voice, "Tamiya, go warm up." Instantly brought Toru's thoughts back to reality.

Warm up?The hard-faced supervisor who had never given him a good face in the past two years actually gave him a chance to play in the final game, which made the heart that was already entangled even more unsure of what to do.

Is it compensation?Is it a connecting flight?He couldn't help but want to guess the meaning behind this, but the next moment, his hope of raising his head was knocked back to the bottom of the pitch-black abyss by Wuji's words.

"Che, I heard you went to find the manager? In fact, although we are separated, I still have feelings for you. If Masahiko doesn't like it, I really don't want you to leave." Wuji patted Che lightly with his gloves. To outsiders, the smile on his shoulders seemed to be encouraging Che, "By the way, do me a little favor, don't play too well later, lest the manager regret it, but...it's not bad anyway, Ha ha."

Walking up the mound with extremely heavy steps, Che only felt that his feet weighed a thousand catties, and the small dirt bag in front of him was more like a torture platform deliberately piled up for him.

With every attempt, life was taken from him along the trajectory of the ball.

Responding to the crisp sound of the ball falling into the glove, he seemed to see the contemptuous smile behind his catcher's mask.

Are you going to throw me off the team just because that guy doesn't like it?

Don't you know how desperately I want to stay?

Maybe you, as a talented player, just can't understand this struggle.

Anyway, with my strength, whether it's supernormal or abnormal, it doesn't matter if you see it.

Chewing Wuji's words, Toru could almost see his life being trampled on by his former lover.

The last trial pitch, the ball drew an angry line, wiped the top of Wuji's high-raised glove, and hit the net behind the home plate, making a booming sound.

Goji lifted his mask, stared at Toru for two seconds, and then deepened the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Laughing, yes, this time Toru saw the expression of pity and contempt clearly.

Perhaps in Wuji's eyes, his powerless anger is indeed ridiculous.

Perhaps in Wuji's view, his feelings and even his life are just a joke.

Che gritted his teeth, stooped to pick up the chalk powder bag, turned around, and slowly raised his head in the referee's "kick-off" command, and in those bright black eyes, there was a trace of something that had never happened before. strange look.

The whole world fell into silence at that moment, only his breath was left in the world.

He lost sight of the field, the spectators, and even the batter standing in the strike zone ready to go, leaving only Wuji squatting behind the home plate with his glove in hand.

The person he loved, but now he hates deeply, the person who said he was reluctant, but discarded him as garbage.

If there is only one waywardness in a lifetime, he hopes it is now, and he hopes that the white ball that leaves his fingertips can hit that person's eyebrow.

A soft call from outside caused Che to move his eyes to the upper right like a demon, and also made him miss the beautiful note when the ball touched the sweetheart of the bat.

Almost at the same time, a violent impact like a bolt of lightning passed through his head.

Shouts and screams poured into the arena like a tsunami, and Che's body fell heavily on the ground like a puppet with its strings broken amidst the waves of sound, kicking up a cloud of dust.

And what his staring eyes finally reflected was the conspicuous 139km/h on the big screen.

Toru died, under his own ball.

That straight ball flew to home plate at the fastest ball speed of his life, only made contact with the bat for 0.01 seconds before being hit back the same way, and then hit his temple exactly.

If he hadn't lost his mind, he could have caught the ball as soon as he raised his hand. This should have been an exit without any suspense.

If he hadn't thrown that extraordinary speed, even if he got hit, it would have been an ordinary hit in the direction of third base at best.

If he hadn't aimed at Wuji's eyebrows but followed the match, it might have been just a bad shot that couldn't fool the batter.

If Director Ogiwara hadn't arranged for him to play, if the team hadn't terminated his contract with him, if he and Goji hadn't broken up, if he hadn't chosen to continue playing baseball...

But now, let alone those ifs, he doesn't even have the chance to think about what ifs.

The game was stopped midway because of the accident, and the team doctor announced Tamiya Toru's death with regret surrounded by all the players.

Wuji touched his nose and glanced at the crowd, his face seemed to contain sporadic regrets.

However, Masahiko used an extremely cold expression to cover up his inner joy.

During the journey when Che's body was carried out of the stadium, he received attention and courtesy that he had never had before.

The dark red jersey on his body was completely white by the flashing lights, and almost all the fans in the audience got up and solemnly saw him off.

A day later, reports of rising star pitcher Toru Tamiya's death swept the sports headlines.

Within three days, the R team's main stadium was closed for mourning.

A week later, when a new round of matches started again in this stadium where Toru would be buried, the name of Toru Tamiya was filled with all kinds of news so that there was no trace of it.

However, at this moment, in the ward of a nursing home on the outskirts of the city, a young body that had been sleeping for two years slowly opened its eyes.

What flooded into the nostrils was a faint smell of disinfectant, and there seemed to be two little birds chirping and arguing outside the window.

Che's vision gradually became clear from a bright circle of light, and everything in front of him was so familiar.

here is? !

【Che, are you awake? 】

The voice did not vibrate his eardrums but came from his body, and he recognized the owner of the voice.

[Jin, is that you? 】

【kindness. 】

【What exactly is going on?I remember, I was clearly...]

【died. 】

Jin's voice was always willful and playful, even when he uttered those two words without exception.

Stunned, amazed, excited, terrified, such a thing as resurrection from the dead actually happened to me.

What happened to all of this, Che had no time to think carefully, because at this moment, he was more concerned about his younger brother——Jin, than resurrecting from the dead.

【Toru, you may not be able to understand at once, but please listen to me carefully, I am the one who died.In fact, as early as two years ago, my mother and I died in that car accident.It was you who firmly believed that I was still alive that kept me here.So I have been waiting, waiting for an opportunity to give you this gift. 】

【Gift? 】

【Well, it is my body, you can use this body to continue living. 】

[I don't want any gifts!Jin, this body is yours, and if you want to live, you will live it. 】

【Che, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't exist long ago. 】

【so what?You gave me your body, so what do you do? 】

[I will leave... I should have left, but before that, I still have two unfulfilled wishes, Che, can you help me again? 】

Faced with his younger brother's half-acting request, Toru never knew how to refuse.

Do you still have a wish?I will definitely do it for you.

As for the body, I will find a way to return it to you.

Standing in front of the window, looking at the face reflected on the glass that is no different from his own, but clearly not his own face, Che secretly made up his mind.

The author has something to say:

Haha, I’ve opened a new article again, I’m so excited~ I hope everyone will join in, please comment and collect~~~

In addition, since this article involves a small amount of baseball knowledge, I specially set up a "baseball knowledge lecture hall" in the interesting part. If you are interested, you can take a look. If you have any questions, feel free to poke me~~

About the sweetheart area: It refers to the most comfortable part of the bat, which is located at the front end of the bat. The batter uses that part to hit the ball. It is easier to hit high-quality balls, and the sound will be very pure and sweet. .

About Toru's ball speed: The ball speed of the straight ball can be said to be the highest among all the balls. In Japanese professional baseball, the straight ball can only be considered as a high ball speed if it reaches 145km/h. The highest ball speed in the major leagues is 169km/h. The speed of the high ball is generally around 153km/h, so it is not difficult to understand that the last ball he threw desperately was only 139km/h, and his life in the team was miserable. He is just a poor kid .